You know what you really need at Easter? A birthday. That way you get a giant chocolate cake along with nine pounds of jelly beans and chocolate bunnies. It really adds that “je ne sais quoi” I know you’ve been looking for in your Easter celebration. Oh yeah, and then there’s ice cream too.
Having a giant cake along with the Easter baskets (Easter basket count per kid this year: 3) is sort of like having a roast turkey breast along with the honey glazed ham. Technically not a good idea, but it makes one swank sammich. Especially with some cole slaw on it too. I find the cole slaw is a nice compliment to the spicy mustard. Like I said, it was one swank sammich.
Other than a giant “Gah!” whilst holding my tummy, that’s all I got this week. For your convenience, other acceptable topics include (but are not limited too):
butter
Shetland ponies
turtles
astronomy
moles, voles and other burrowing animals
burros
quilts
pillow shams
compost
really short actors
wine in boxes or screw top bottles
Or you can just ask me questions and I’ll answer them or ignore them as my mood sees fit.
-Rue.
As an added bonus, A Story with Smilies
This is Mr. Smiley. Mr. Smiley ate too much gassy food.
:dubious: Mr. Smiley has to fart.
:o
:mad:[sub]<poot![/sub]
That went so well, he thought he’d give it another go.
:o
:mad:[sub]<p-p-p-p-poot-t-t-t![/sub]
:eek: Surprise Mr. Smiley! Now go change your underpants!
:smack:
Erm…Rue…do you need a hug? {{{Rue}}} Mebbe you should lay off the jelly beans or something. You know what I was really glad to see raised as a possible topic for discussion? COMPOST. Compost gets me excited. Besides being a neat, cool way to give our table scraps and junk back to nature, it’s apparently a fine science of its own.
I didn’t get an Easter Basket full of chocolate bunny goodness, but Easter was fun anyway.
Easter started waaaaaaaaaay early for me. I got up at 4:30 a.m., drank a buncha coffee, got myself ready and headed off to the 6:00 a.m. Vigil of Easter at church. (See, we Episcopal types don’t have a “sunrise service”, we have the Vigil of Easter, which we can do early on Sunday or we can even do it on Saturday night. Early Sunday’s the best tho.) The Vigil of Easter goes on forever (well, like two hours) and ends with The Eucharist. So, by the time it’s all over with, you’ve actually been to an Easter service.
Anyway, after that, I had even more coffee and some fruit salad, apricot upside down cake and a cinnamon roll in the Parish hall. So I was real hopped up on caffiene and sugar. Then, I helped hide Easter eggs (the plastic kind with chocolate inside) for all the kiddies to hunt after the Festal Eucharist of Easter service which was at 10:30 a.m. I hung around for that cause I also sing in the choir and we had one of those Easter show tune anthems to sing at the Festal Eucharist. Only, I didn’t hang around for the whole thing. After we did the anthem I left. I didn’t stay for Holy Communion cause I had already had Holy Communion at the earlier Eucharist. So, it’s not like I didn’t just blow off Holy Communion.
So, I went home where I was the host to a big huge feast. We had ham, dressing with gravy, green beans, cabbage casserole, candied sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, rolls, salad, squash casserole and probably a couple things I forgot. For dessert there was caramel cake and sweet potato pie. And we had wine. We also had iced tea for those who wanted it. I had some wine and some iced tea. I was a pig.
Then everybody went home and I loaded up the dishwasher, turned it on and took a nap.
Hey, I also like lefotver ice cream and jellybean sammitches with cole slaw and spicy mustard! I thought I was the only one!
Tom Cruise is pretty short. Not REALLY short, so maybe he shouldn’t be mentioned in this thread, but I just thought I’d throw him out there for you all to toss around. On a big blanket. Man, that would be fun.
Tom [getting tossed around on a big blanket]: Wheee!!! Tom’s agent: Uh, that’s maybe a little dangerous… Tom: Yippee!! Tom’s agent: I mean, you don’t want to get hurt before you start filming on Mission Impossible Pi: Tom Cruise and the Temple of Testosterone. Tom: Yee-ha!! Tom’s Agent [sighing with resignation]: I’ll just be over here with the Shetland pony, then. Tom [missing the blanket, and landing with a sickening crunch on a pile of rocks]: Aaaaackghkhh! The Entire Western World: Hooray!!!
Hey Icey, what’s Easter like Down There? I mean it’s at the beginning od Fall instead of Spring where it obviously belongs. Or do you just put it off until Spring there so the whole Fertility Festival things works out? Or do you just eat your chocolate eggs and feel slightly angsty? I’d really like to know.
Since Searching asked a question, I think I’ll answer it. No, I really don’t need a hug right now. Not that it wouldn’t be nice… oh wait, you already did the cyber-huggy thing. Yeah, that was nice. Thanks.
Also, if your compost is “cool” I think that means you’re doing something wrong. Compost should be warm. So snakes can ley their eggs in it.
Stay with the program here (Icant)Gazelle(from Ipanema). Easter. This week it was Easter. Unless you’re on Southern Hemisphere time. Then it might be Thankgiving. I dunno.
Funny you should bring up the Eurcharist Swampy. On the cake we had for Katcha, we got Bob the Builder decorations. One of the decorations was a disc with Bob printed on it that you stand up in the cake. The package said the whole decoration set was “edible” but the disc felt like thin cardboard. But it was supposed to be “edible” so we had to try it. Not me this time, but my sister. She broke off a piece and ate it. She said it tasted like a eucharist. (The things you know growing up Catholic.)
Tom Cruise could be tossed in a blanket by a bunch of Brownies Knspicey mustardkers. He’s that short.
-Rue.
Well, not exactly a mole or a vole, but I have an armadillo that’s been digging up my front lawn. I don’t exactly have him - it’s not like I own an armadillo. I don’t think you can own them, being wild animals and all. But there’s an armadillo (maybe more - I’ve only seen one, but I don’t watch all the time) and he (I’m using the generic he - I didn’t peek) sneaks into my front yard every night and digs. My neighbor said I need to get some Bug-Be-Gone and treat the yard so Mr. 'Dillo dines elsewhere. I’ll be stopping at Home Depot on the way home.
Wait - I thought today was the “Write like Rue” contest. Rats.
PS - Kn*ckers - you cracked me up! I loved your short subject! [sub]hehehe short[/sub] Keep it up and you’re gonna out-Rue Rue!
Actually, I’ve been giving it some thought, and I’m a little worried about my choice of condiments (Teehee! Oh, wait, condiment’s not funny. What word was I thinking of?) I think maybe mustard wouldn’t go too well with jellybeans. Especially the spicy ones, where the orange colored beans are sneakily cinnamon, instead of orange flavored.
Maybe I should have mayonnaise and pickles in that sammitch, instead.
With a side of Captivity Fries*.
FCM: Thank you for giving me the greatest compliment I could ever receive! I am not worthy. And I loved your armadillo story. I’m very interested in armadillos, but we tragically do not have them up here in the Frosty North (All rights reserved. Void where prohibited). I would like to have a pet armadillo. One that talks, so I could impress my friends with my adorable, talking armadillo. That would be way cool.
Love,
Kn(happy spring holidays to all in the Northern Hemisphere, and happy autumnal holidays to those south of the Equator)ckers
The racoons have been getting into my parent’s compost pile. It’s soon going to be The Most Fortified-Jail-Resembling Compost Pile Ever. My dad goes a little overboard about racoons.
I wonder what a leftover scalloped potato and ham sammich would be like? We’ve got mustard, and goodness, do we have a lot of leftover scalloped potatoes. We’ve got some lamb from Saturday, too. Lambs could be included in the burrowing animals category. I mean, they could burrow if they felt like it. But not burro. They’re not burros. :smack:
Cat Update: Still wearing the surgical collar. I know you all care.
Ponies!! I love ponies!! I actually was a lucky little girl and had ponies as a child (one at a time, not simultaneously). I love them in the winter when they are all fuzzy and I love them in the summer when they are sleek. I love their tiny little hooves and their darling little ears. I love their delicate little ankles and I especially love the way they smell on a lazy summer day when you are on their backs and you lean forward and wrap your arms around their necks and bury your face in their manes.
(For all of you non-horse-lovers turning up your nose at the smell thing - you just don’t get it. I don’t have any horses now, and that’s possibly the thing I miss the most.)
My next door neighbor had a pet armaillo once along with her pet squirrel ~ she was a serious nut. There were NO restrictions at all in that swampy neighborhood - glad I moved. Anyway, the armadillo was really cool. You could reach into the cage, if you were completely devoid of any common sense, and lay your hand on it’s back. It would bow it’s back down little by little so you almost didn’t notice and then POW! it would pop up like a spring and throw your hand off. I thought my sister would never start breathing again.
That’s the only time I ever saw a live armadillo. I thought they all slept very deeply in the middle of the roads.
I think Harrison Ford should play Bob in “Bob the Builder - The Movie”. I know I’m a few weeks behind in that comment but I was dreaming of Harrison and lost track of time. And what is this with Bob and Wendy? I mean, are they or aren’t they?
Have you seen Kn*ckers’ work over in Cafe Society Snickers? Every week they “spoil” the new episode of Enterprise. Even if there isn’t a new episode of Enterprise. I’m not saying she’s the best one over there, but she’s definitely in the top three. Maybe five. (I don’t want her to get a swelled head. She’d have to buy all new hats.)
Why would you want “Bug-Be-Gone” to get rid of armadillos anyway? They ain’t bugs. Even though they do look like giant pill bugs, even though they aren’t. Like lobsters look like giant bugs, only they are really just relatives to giant bugs. You should get some “Armadillo-Be-Gone”. Or dynamite. Either way.
Is this going to be a six week cat update while “he” heals up Lissla? Just so we know what we’re in for.
And it’s a good thing I turned the sigs back on. Yours is just poetry. Really nice.
Hi Wintermute. I’m sorry you can’t smell horses now. It’s really terrible. Maybe you could get a scratch and sniff strip or something. I wouldn’t know where you’d get something like that, but it’s something for you to think about.
Re: Bob and Wendy Copper. She is but he’s not. It’s sad really.
blushing coyly at undeserved praise, but bearing in mind that I’m ACTUALLY only in the top fifty Trek posters
Wintermute: I think I know where you can get scratch and sniff horses. I got an e-mail about it this morning from someone named DrtyDrtyEquineLuv!!!. I’m trying to think which of my friends might use that name, but I’m coming up blank.
It was right next to a message about free Viagra, which I think was sent to the wrong e-mail address by accident. I’ll write back to let them know.
P.S.: Tom Cruise says “Hi”. He also said “Ow! Ow! Oh, God it hurts, Jesus Christ, somebody kill me! Aahhaaaaahhh!” Then there was some sobbing and stuff, but I guess you don’t really need to know that.
He’s in stable condition, by the way.
No word on how the big blanket’s doing.
Just so there ain’t no misunderstanding here. I don’t know if copper_moon actually lived in my neighborhood or not, but just in case she did… I was not the nutty neighbor with a pet armadillo and a pet squirrel ~ I was the sane one with the snake pit and the trained alligator that did tricks.
It’ll be updates until he heals, Rue. Sorry. Bailey’s still bonking into things, and doesn’t look impressed about his third week with the collar still on. We tried taking it off on Saturday. Licked himself raw in ten minutes, so we put it back on.
We got a lot of, “Mommy and Daddy arenot good people and I don’t love them” looks.
Armadillos are funny. Mr. Lissar says no pet armadillos.
When an armadillo crosses the road and a big ol’ truck (like an 18 wheeler) comes bearing down on them, they go “Crap!” (in armadillo-ese) and hunker down and wait. Maybe the truck won’t see them or something. But nooooooo! The truck keeps getting closer! And closer!
Finally the armadillo can’t take it anymore and leaps. Straight up. Right into the grill of the scarey truck. Or, if the armadillo is made of sterner stuff, into the axle.
I met some Shetland Ponies this morning. And some small goats and sheep and rabbits and ducklings and an enormous turkey. There was a mobile petting zoo at Kew Gardens in London. I petted the small sheep, but not the turkey who was almost as big as me.
Yeah, they’re stupid, and this particular one had been leaving little holes all over my front lawn. My neighbor Sue says it’s looking for grubs, hence the requirement for Bug-Be-Gone. Stupid armadillo. Like I don’t have enough yard work to do without filling little holes, lest I step in one and twist my ankle.
Go back into the woods! Go play in traffic! Get outta my yard! Damned armadillo kids!
This is Mr. Smiley.
Mr. Smiley ate too much gassy food.
